Yesterday's bus ride was still on her mind. She was embarrassed and humiliated. So much so, the thought of taking a taxi had occurred to her. But she ...as also puzzled by her body's reaction to the touches. It had been years since she had been in college and had guzzled-out frat boys accidentally making contact with her ass and her boobs. However, this was different. This was somewhat dangerous. To tell the truth, there was an element of excitement too. She took the bus again.Like Monday, the. Governess Norton and Assistant Governess Stanton made a point of standing by the front door as each of the local residents left and shook each one’s hand, irrespective of whether they were old or young. After all, even the younger ones would be asked questions about what happened.Once alone, Governess Norton made a point of saying, “Well done. You really have come along since being promoted to Assistant Governess. I know that your review is a day or so away, but, let me tell you, that I heard. "What does she look like?" Dark hair, brown eyes. Tidily dressed but her clothes looked pretty tired." Poor thing. How old is she?" About your age at a guess." And when does she start?" Tomorrow week on a three month trial period." That sounds sensible." For both of us I reckon. Um, Erica sweety, there is one thing I'd like your advice on. I can't go on calling her Ms Waters but I'm not sure I want her calling me Tim. Am I being a stuffy old codger?" No, I don't think so. I know Christian names. No time to think about what clothing she’d need, her departure had been a fraught, frazzled whirl of confused thoughts, Amy had taken whatever had come to hand in her haste to be out of the flat and away. Away from him. Away from her crime. ‘… I thought a good breakfast before you got your train would be just the ticket … no pun,’ Billy continued, as he scooped two fried eggs on top of toast. ‘Uh … Yeah … great,’ Amy replied, dragging her concentration back to Billy and his inane jabber about.